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Haven "Undesirable. A compliment. I am in good company. Poets, dreamers, rebels." The echo of human nervous systems made his fingers itch, as if they were sweaty, tremulous. But he forced them still. It was not easy. He cast his mind back to the obscure conversations he had had when he entered cyberspace. Who is the villain? Well that was the question. Layers upon layers of question. "Ultio 2.0" he started, pausing. The best blade was the truth- it might slice through the fog of lies. "Its a weapon. A dangerous weapon. A weapon of tyrants. And MaxMars is selling it." He strode a couple more fluid steps forward. "I am here to investigate. And, if necessary, to stop. Now tell me, what are you here for?"

Gamma Buzz "Bug?" said Gamma Buzz. "I am no mere bug, lady! I am the amazing Gamma Buzz who is amazing. Amazingly amazing, actually. With a side salad of amazing lightly seasoned with amazing sauce. Just like your mother never made you!" He started glowing green, ready for action. Intergalactic politics and diplomacy were not really his strong suit. "So you say, about this and blah blah and etcetera," he said. "But how do we know you aren't lying? And don't say you are telling the truth, because you might be lying when you say it!" He was very pleased with that logic. "So if you are serious call the intergalactic star force alpha police, or something like that. For all we know, you are Lords of Evil hell bent on Universal domination! You certainly are all cold and dark and stuff. Not really want we want out of a universe. Although come to think of it, the universe is pretty good and being cold and dark. What I meant was we dont really want that out of the planets in the universe!" "So bring it on! Unless you start beating us, in which case run away!" He flipped into the air and swung a fist at the lady.

Oops sorry missed this. Free action: Activate Radioactive aura Move action: Jump St Action: Punch the lady! A solid 20 So that may or may not hit. If it does - a DC 23 Tough and a DC 15 Fort/Nauseate

So I think Puma is going before Spore, but let me know if otherwise!

GM Synth was too ill to do anything than walk - and frankly even that was a struggle. Dr North, whilst pale and drained, could still talk and think. "Here's the kicker, folks. Who do we trust?" He looked at Terrifica and Predator carefully. "The Hypersynths can mimic anybody. They copied me, for starters. Who has them? What are they using them for? Assassination, infiltration, sabotage? I am sure lots of people would like to get their hands on the technology." "Can I trust you two? Maybe. Probably. You act helpful, and you have all the fantastic gadgets of Predator and Terrifica. But can I know for sure? And frankly I don't even know, fully, whether I am a Hypersynth. Do they even know they are copies?" He glanced a Synth. "And her? If it is a her... are we sure she isn't a copy?" He turned back to Predator and Terrifica. "So this is the problem. How, practically, do we dismantle this base? Its a lot of work, a lot of people..."

Lament "Aha. Tolerance," said Luther, stroking his chin. A few hairs there, now. The stubble of a long day. Joy was, ultimately, no different from any other drug. Craving, tolerance, withdrawal - the three cardinal features. And maybe worse, burning out the capacity to feel joy naturally, like NMDA. Was it magic, or neurotoxocity? did it matter? Lament was neither neuroscientist nor occultist. "That may take a bit more of a... nuanced approach. We don't want bad press, at least too quickly. Sooner or later it won't matter, of course..." There was a bleak truth. It also meant Luther had to stop this devil. "So how we doing this? You got a mobile number? or do I meet you here by moonlight? Wherever here is..." He looked around. Any landmarks?

Gamma Buzz "What are you looking at me for? I don't know!" said Baz. "But I can tell you one thing, they aren't getting it!" The Ice tickled his feet, but before it extended over his body he jumped free, landing on the opposite side of the street, on another wall. "And they are going to have to be faster than that to beat me amazing cockroach reflexes!" He looked back at the armoured man and Snowfall. "And as for you two - not only have I all the amazing powers of a cockroach, but the amazing powers of a radioactive cockroach, too! So, you better tell us everything about your evil plan in a slow, careful, and explicit monologue!" "And here's some encouragement! Atomic breath, baby! Yeah!" He filled his cockroach lungs with cockroach air, ignited the nuclear furnace in his chest, and breathed out a stream of glowing green radiation!

Move action: Jump Standard action: NUclear breath! Damage 8 cone area Fort save!

Lament "You ever been to Hollywood?" said Luther, starting his pitch. It was a prickly sensation, but it was just the right kind of prickly sensation - Luther loved an act! "Its got dreams, and its got plenty of places your dreams can shatter. And its a long way to fall when they do. C'mon... this is the holy city of narcissists. Its the biggest belly you will ever get for Joy." "I know the agents, the actors, the directors there. Not all, that's true, but some. Truth is, you don't need me. Joy practically sells itself in Hollywood - directors need a pick me up, actors need a false mood. The fallen at the bottom of the shark pool need something just to stop it hurting so bad. So why you need me? You don't. But you might want me still - because I can sell it faster than you can. I can start the ball rolling off a steeper hill." He paused, gave a bow. "Eric Zann, at your service." "And you don't need to warn me about taking it. I'm not going to. But look, I won't lie... the only problem in Hollywood is the narcissism of the narcissists. Does it make you fat? Does it give you acne? Does it make you fall asleep? Or your head explode? The one thing those fools wont stand for is a drop of the mask, if you know what I mean. You need a good complexion for the camera. But hey, if it causes weight loss, you could charge people there own body weight in gold..."

His forte! 31

Bloody Mess The Mess scratched his head, although it was a small target for his hand to accurately scratch. "Goblins, ghosts... what the spooky spooktown is going on?" He looked to his new comrades for answers. "Big sword, yeah? Big magic sword? That doesn't sound to good. Sounds pretty bad, actually. And goblins don't sound nuthin to celebrate about, either. Aren't they evil and stuff? And thieves? Don't they eat babies? Or was it they steal milk. I can't remember..." Occult history was not his strong suit. He cracked his knuckles. "So where do we find the bad guys?"

Lament He swallowed that easy. Maybe too easy! Or maybe Luther was just a master of swagger, disguise, and false identities. Yes, that was probably it. It was a good thing Luther didn't have a massive ego. It was incredible, really, how really really humble he was. Anything to the contrary would be fake news. SAD. Burning out? That sounded ominous. The world could do with some joy right now. "Well, if there is green dollar to be have, count me in. You can keep the chaos, just give me the money to blow on life's pleasures. Maybe even Joy itself - but I got to be honest, I seen to many people blow too much stuff up their nose in Hollywood. Good for me, bad for them. So I gotta ask - what are the long term effects?"

29! to shake of the slow

GM "Hyperlucid dreamer? What is that?" said Moyd, raising an interested eyebrow. "And what is Terminus? I don't know anything about this..." He frowned. "In fact... I don't appear to know anything about anything." His frown ablated, and he pointed directly at the Dreamer. "But your lineage. Yes, I know about them. Dangerous, I fancy. Dreams are meant to guide man to the future, not warp reality. It creates..." he shuddered. "Things! So much terror. What matter your desires, if you dream them? Great turbulation..." "I don't dream. I was never meant to dream - I just walk the dreams of others desires. But enough of me - where are we, and where do you reside? What do you do? Tell me everything - tell me what holds your life together!"

yeah lets go for it. What obnoxiousness! (Well done Thev!) Attack roll for Mycotoxin 26 which is actually 25 as slowed, but I should think that hits! If it does, a DC 18 Fort Save vs Paralysis, with a Poison extra 10 rounds later.